Fiction & PoetryCategory
Eetsy beetsy tsetse fly—
“un_____ hairy __it,” a spy—
flick of hand
then you die.
you are party
to a wedding,
The following poem was inspired in part by the simultaneously depressing and magnificent scenery of the Japanese Concentration Camp Manzanar, located in Inyo County, CA, and in par
In the beginning, there was only God and all else was nothingness. God looked into the void and knew He was alone. And even God, who was infinitely knowledgea
excerpt from an interview with a professional grave robber
Q: Have you ever dug someone up and discovered that they were still alive?
A: No, they’ve all bee
We were lying on the couch together, listening to the birds sing.
“They don’t sound real,” I said. “When I listen to their voices, all I hear is synthesizers.
World wheeling and frantic minds reeling
Stumbling, bumbling, back into feeling,
Candle lit room, now all burnt out
Flames flicker with Icarus’ doubt
The Man Who Was Legion Testifies
I used to live over there, beyond those hills, in the catacombs, and sleep on the soft earth of fresh graves. I used to throw myself o
Nothing makes sense.
Just keep on running.
Maybe if I keep ahead…
Maybe if I can outpace it…
I can feel it creeping ever closer.
I feel out of breath,
(Editor’s note: Found below is some superhero (?)-themed flash fiction. It uses a google form to generate a story, which is found at the bottom of the post. The most dominan
If I read another love poem …
I will join a dagger to my face,
and carve out my eyes.
Shakespeare writes of lascivious grace–
Sounds more like rape implied.